A Little winged Bird,
Such a hard lucked one,
I guess God was depressed when writing her fate,
Half of life gone as teared pages of book,
Her wings got hurt,
She can't even fly a bit,
Heart paining,
Wings bleeding,
But Never cease to setback in a place,
Stepping forward,
Little by little,
Leaving Teeny weeny traces,
No carings only sufferings,
One day
She was walking in the path to ditch,
Without knowing the danger,
Vultures, Eagles, owls are encouraging the bird to walk ahead,
To make it as their prey,
Real fakeness around her,
When she stepped near the pit of hell,
A radiant winged Bird,
Messenger of God took her away,
By clasping it's nail on the little bird,
The little one not get feared a bit,
She enjoyed flying....!
And now I realized,
God will wake up and help you in real danger.
